Que Sara Sara

For any neurodivergent, especially one with ADHD, organization and cleaning can be a monumental task. As was the case with my bedroom. Now, I’m not going to wax on how I accomplished cleaning my room in one day. What I’m going to tell you is that I have started with level 1, and plan to work my eay up.

Level 1: Cardboard

My room contained many, many cardboard boxes of various sizes. Most of them were empty and just needed to be broken down for recycling. The ones with things in them, if it was better to currently empty them, were emptied and broken down. I saved 1 that was full of shotglasses (they were safer in the box and packing until I put up my new shotglass cupboard from Christmas), some lovely things from a kickstarter campaign (there’s a lot of things, so they stay in the box), and a few other boxes like that. I only saved 4 such boxes, and they are small. The rest got broken down. I have half of a large contractors trash bag full of cardboard. That is a lot! I will bring it down tomorrow into the shed and break down more boxes there perhaps to fill it.

Level 2: Clean of Walls of Band Stuff

This I will work on next. I have a band that I no longer follow and their stuff is everywhere in my room. It needs to come down, some of it cleaned, cataloged, priced, and packed away together to sell. It’s Thirty Seconds to Mars stuff. Posters, flags, a signed guitar plate, silicone bracelets, all kinds of stuff. I’m not getting rid of the cds, and may keep the records, just not on the walls displayed. If anyone is interested in a purchase dm me. Serious inquiries only please.

Anyway, I need to get that stuff down so I can put up art prints, the aforementioned shotglass display, and some shelves for my many, many Funko Pops.

This will all take time, but I hope to be able to do a lot of this before I go back to work/school in a couple weeks. I did feel a sense of accomplishment getting through that one big task today. Getting through the cardboard took me about 45 minutes. It needs to be done. I need my room back. It’s too full, congested, stressful. I can’t spend time in there except to sleep. That’s not okay. I need a place to escape to when upset. I need my haven back.